Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-05-08

and, shaking his head ponderously, the
Jolly old Boer departed, and presently John
saw him riding away upon a fal little shoot
ing-pony that irnot have weighed much
more than himself, and that yet cantered
away with him on his ffteen-miie journey
as though he were but a feather-wcight.
CHAPTER. IN.
JANTJE's STORY.
Shortly after the old BOer had gone,
John went into the yard of the hotel to
ace to the inspanuing OF the Cape cart,
when his attention was at once arrested by
the sight of q row in active progress-at
least. from the crowd of Katfirs and ldlers
and the angry sounds and curses that pro-
ceeded from them, he judged that 1t was a
row. Nor was he wrong about it. In the
corner of the yard, close to the stable door,
surrounded by the aforesaid crowd,
stood Frank Muller; a heavy siambock
in his raised hand above his head,
as though in the act 10 strike. Before
him, d very picture Of drunhen fury, his
lips drawn up like s%narliug dogs, so that
the two lines of his white teeth cleaned
like polished ivory in the sunlight, his
small eyes all shot with blood, aud his
face working copvulsiVcly, was the Hot
tentot jamie. Nor was this all. Across
his face was a blue wheal where the whip
had fallen, and in his hand a heavy white
handled knife which he always carried.
"HullO! what is all this?' said John,
shouldering his way through the crowd.
''The swartsel has stolen my horses
forage and given it to yours ~ shouted
Muller, who was evidently almost of his
head with rage, making an attempt to hit
Jante with the whip as he spoke. The
latter avoided the blow Ivy jumping be
hind John, with the result that the tip OF
the siambock caught the Euglishman OH
the leg.
"Be careful, sir, with that whip said
John 10 Muller, restraining his temper
with difficulty. Now, how do you know
that the man stole yOur horses forage;
and what business have you to touch him?
If there was anything wrong You should
have reported it 10 me-
"He lies, haas, he liesI' yelled out the
Hottentot in tremulOuS, high pitched
tones. Gle lies; he has always been 1 liar.
Yah! yah! | eau tell things about him.
The land is English now, and Beers can't
kill the black people rs they like. That
man-that Boer, Muller, has shot my faith
er and my mOther-my father first, then
my mother; he gave her two bulIe,s-she
did not die the first time
"You yellow devil! Gou black-skinned,
black hearted, lying son OF Sltan!' roared
the great Bocr, his very beard curling with
fury. is that the way You talk to your
masters? Ont of the light, rooibaatie'
(soldierj-this was to JOhn-"and will
cut his tongue out OF him. I'll show him
how we deal with a yellow liar ana
without further ado he made u rush for the
HottentOt. As he came, John, whose
blood was now thoroughly up, put out his
open hand, and, bending forward, pushed
with all his strength on Mullcr's advanc-
Ing chest. john was 4 very powerfully
made man, though not a very large one,
and the push sent Muller staggering back.
what do you mean by that roolhaaje?'
shouted Muller. his face liyid with fury.
Get out of my road or ! will mark that
pretty face of yours. ] have some goods
to pay you for rs il is, EnGliShmln, and |
ALWAYS pay my debts. Dat OF the path,
curse YOU :" and he again rushed for the
HOttentOt.
This time John, who was now almost
as angry as his asSaiIant, did not wait for
him To reach him, but, springlng forward,
hooked his arm around Muller'S throat,
and, before he conld close with
him, with one tremendous jerk
managed not only 10 stop his Wild career,
but to reverse the motion, and then, by
]interpOsing his foot with considerable neat
Hess, 10 land him-powcIiul man ~ hc was
On his back in a pool Of drainage that
had collected from the stable in the hollow
of the inn yard. Down h" went with a
| splash, and amid i shout Of delight trCm
the crowd, who always like to sec IN az
gressor laid lew, his head humping with
considerable force against the Intel OF
the door. For u moment he lay still,
and John was afraid that the man
was really hurt. Presently, however,
he rose, and without attempting any fur
Their hostile demonstration or saying Il
single word, trampsd off towardst the house,
leaving his enemy To compose his ruliled
nerves rs best he could. Now, John, like
most gentlemen, hated a row with all ms
heart, though he had the Anglo-SaXon
tendency To 20 through with il uniIinch-
ingly when once it begun ludeed, the
whole thing irritatcd him almost beyond
bearing, toy he knew that the story would
with with additions 20 the round Of the
countryside, and, what is more, that he
had Il powerful and implacable enemy.